There is something so sweet
being known
a gentle breeze without a home
It creeps up in the still of the night
realizing there is nothing to fight
Shadow self gets to rest
and be in peace
despite the guest
Love so deeply without a fear
a juxtaposition rarely dear
Fighting for a place to be
wiggling in my skin to see-
what will be
and
what I am
deep within this desperate land
A place to hide
in cuddled arms
feeling her peace with little harm
Memories move me far from space
a gentle side of this life in race
I sink into my little girl
sitting quietly while I wait...
hoping my entry is not too late
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